"No more," Billy repeated softly, leaving off the intended "for now." Mike needed to recover if he was going to break the man all over again. Leaving him to rest, Billy slipped out, flipping off the light as he went. It wasn't pitch-dark, the lights elsewhere in the warehouse providing just barely enough illumination to make out rough shapes.
***
As promised, Billy was gone for several hours. First, he needed to clean up the mess they'd made. That he took his time on, because each aspect was like reliving the associated moments all over again. Picking up the gag, plug and cuffs. Wiping up the floor. Taking the items upstairs to clean them. He lingered over the gag the longest, recalling just how beautiful and desperate Mike looked while wearing it. A drooling mess, still trying to argue. Something he already wanted to see again.
He left the warehouse for a while, getting them food and a few supplies. So when more than four hours had passed, he finally made his way back down into the basement. Two pizza boxes in one hand, and a plastic bag with soda and beer in the other. He stopped at the corner with the light switch and hit it with his elbow. He didn't move closer, taking in the scene. He'd measured the chain to ensure that anyone attached to it couldn't reach him where he stood. "Hope you're hungry," he announced, more cheerful than he'd ever been in front of Mike.
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Date: 2015-08-11 03:43 am (UTC)***
As promised, Billy was gone for several hours. First, he needed to clean up the mess they'd made. That he took his time on, because each aspect was like reliving the associated moments all over again. Picking up the gag, plug and cuffs. Wiping up the floor. Taking the items upstairs to clean them. He lingered over the gag the longest, recalling just how beautiful and desperate Mike looked while wearing it. A drooling mess, still trying to argue. Something he already wanted to see again.
He left the warehouse for a while, getting them food and a few supplies. So when more than four hours had passed, he finally made his way back down into the basement. Two pizza boxes in one hand, and a plastic bag with soda and beer in the other. He stopped at the corner with the light switch and hit it with his elbow. He didn't move closer, taking in the scene. He'd measured the chain to ensure that anyone attached to it couldn't reach him where he stood. "Hope you're hungry," he announced, more cheerful than he'd ever been in front of Mike.